Sorry for the delay in getting this episode out to the archives and responding to some of your notes over the past couple months, but I've been a bit "laid up" for a while and only recently got my laptop up and running again as well.
To those of you who have written to let me know you've read and enjoyed my stories so far, THANK YOU. It's always great to hear from you guys (and, believe-it-or-not, even a couple of gals !). I hope you enjoy this one as well and hope to hear your comments as well.
Now let's get the "legal stuff" out of the way ... This story contains graphic descriptions of sexual activity between consenting adult males. If you are under 18 or in a geo-political area that prohibits this type of literature, or you are offended by homo-erotic story themes, please, go click on your "Back" button!!!
Otherwise, read on, maybe `steam it up' a bit.. and most of all, I hope you enjoy it all.
The Range Rover by CNJShore9
As I said at the end of my last episode, the last couple weeks of Basic Training were not really anything to write home about.
I finished the 8-week program and got a 7-day leave on my way to my next duty station (in Georgia) where I was going to go through another 8-week torture' called AIT (Advanced Individual Training . or in my case Advanced Infantry Training). It was during this second training period that you were went from just a know-nothing private out of basic to a know-nothing private with an MOS (Military Occupational Specialty). I would soon be a certified light weapons infantryman' with an MOS of 111 -- which was soon to become re-named 11B (wow!! What a change!). Freely translated that meant "ground pounding `grunt'", "foot soldier", or "the most likely to end up with a bullet in your ass".
After a quick trip home to see the family I found myself in a barracks identical to the one I had been in during basic, only this time, it was always covered with a thin layer of fine, red Georgia clay dust. Same bunks, same privacy (or lack thereof), same 5:30am formation with exercises and the `long run' and same mess hall, etc.. The first couple weeks were so much the same, I can't even separate them in my memory from the weeks before. But that was to change - sort of - before too long.
It was already the 3rd week of training, and we were back on the rifle ranges. We were still firing our same M-14's, but at least we were now being introduced to a few other weapons in the arsenal. This particular day, and I'm not sure even if it was a Tuesday or Wednesday, it seemed that `they'(the range personnel and our own company cadre) were trying to see just how slowly they could make the day go by!! As it was, my platoon was off the firing line and just lying around under the few trees trying to avoid a little of the piercing, hot Georgia sun, wandering around hoping to make your own wind that might evaporate some of the quarts of sweat running down your chest and back under your fatigue shirt, and seeing how much water you could filter and transfer from the lister bag and canteen cup out through either your pores or your kidneys.
I had been hanging around the tree line that ran over by the latrine and finally succumbed to the urge to release a little of the `used water'. Although I wasn't purposely trying to, I guess I walked rather quietly around the backside of the latrine and to the door on the far side, because as I opened it, the guy that was sitting in there at the far hole (yes .. the old "4-holer" !) was still pumping his iron-hard cock as I stepped in.
I'm really not sure who was more surprised. Me, having not seen anyone go toward there for a while, so expecting it to be empty - or him with his handful of rigid, red-tipped, meat that looked to be within seconds of shooting.
"Awwww, fuck!" he muttered as he tried, for the most part unsuccessfully, to push his not-so-flexible cock down between his legs and into the hole below. Let's face it, that cock was about to blow and had at least twice the tensile strength of steel. To overpower that babe would have taken more than a mega-machine!! .and by then, I had gained more than just a quick glance at a really inviting piece of flesh!!
For once, I didn't try to pretend I hadn't seen anything, or to just pass it off. Thruthfully, I really wanted to see more of that taste- tempting - from first glance - very nice looking piece of young male meat. In fact, I got even a bit forward for me. Usually, I would have turned beet red and backed out, but after several weeks of celibacy, I was getting horny enough to jump a slow moving jack rabbit!!
"Don't worry, guy," I said in my most casual tone, as I dropped my fatigue trousers and GI-issue skivvies around my ankles and sat down at the second hole. That left a safely unoccupied hole between us; and there I was, looking forward out the screened area in front of me. "We all need to do that around here," I continued, "don't mind me. You wouldn't be the first guy I've seen pound his fucking meat in the last 10 weeks - or last 10 years, for that matter -- and you're sure not the first guy that's done it in here," I continued as I pointed to the wall in front of me and the numerous dripping stains on the porous wood. "Damn!" I exclaimed as I looked up a bit and saw the dried spots a couple feet above the wood in the screen itself. "That would have been one to see shoot! . In fact, I was in here yesterday, myself! . and had kinda hoped that I'd be able to do it again today."
Looking over toward him, I saw him looking at me with a mixture of what the fuck?' and are you for real?' written across his face. I could also see that he had been totally unsuccessful at jamming his cock down between his legs. It was now pointing straight out toward the front wall and screen. The still engorged head poking well out beyond his hand. As I looked over, I saw the wood-hard staff jerk and rise slightly as the head swelled and then shrunk back to where it was. A slight moan escaped through the other guys nose and he instinctively pushed his hand forward over the shaft.
That's when I saw the foreskin that had been caught behind the nice coronal ridge at the base of that juicy looking head slip forward and begin to cover it. "Oh, fuck!" I murmured. My breath caught as I watched that skin sheath move forward and envelop the head until there was a quarter-inch pucker closed and sticking beyond the slit. As it moved, a ray of sunshine glistened off the tip giving away the fact that there was a drop of sweet nectar trapped in the lips of that hooded beauty. "Oh, fuck!!!" I whispered. This time a little louder than I would have liked it to be.
As I looked up from the attention-grabbing man tool, I saw the guy looking directly at me - eye-to-eye. Busted!!! And how!!! At that point I leaned back slightly and my now tumescent, throbbing cock popped up from between my legs and pointed to the ceiling. Grabbing it with my right hand, I stroked it slowly and, sure enough, my own drop of pre-cum oozed from the slit in my swollen, cut, cockhead.
That was the ice-breaker . and boy did the ice melt !!! Looking down at my cock and then back up to my face, the other guy raised his cock from between his legs and began to slowly stroke his in rhythm to my own movements. His eyes moving back and forth between my cock and my face, he stood slightly and moved over to the hole next to me. Without a word we both released our own manhood and reached over to touch, hold, and stroke the other's.
As I pulled his foreskin back over the head and watched that bluish- pink, nearly purple, smooth, shining head appear from it's sheath of pink skin, I felt my own cock swell and another dollop of its cock juice poured from the swollen slit lips. He slid his hand up my raging boner and with his thumb he captured that slick droplet and began to rub it around the top of my hard rubber cockhead. I leaned back momentarily, my eyes closed, and moaned, giving him no doubt as to my level of satisfaction with his ministrations. It felt soooo damned good!!!
Because my eyes were closed to other distractions, my mind flooded with the image of the hot, throbbing, cock in my left hand - of it's feel - soft on the outside but rigid as an iron rod inside. I moved my hand upward and felt the foreskin covering the head. I could feel the outline of the corona through the skin and knew I wanted more of it. Lots more of it!!!
Without thinking or even hesitating, I leaned forward and to my left as I opened my eyes and simply engulfed that delicious looking cock into my hungry mouth. I heard a sharp intake of breath and then a slow moan over my head. He immediately responded by raising his hips and giving me that much more access to his enflamed tool. I pushed my face forward until I could feel his wiry pubic bush scratching against my lips, and I could smell the masculine mix of musk and other odors rising from his treasure.
I hadn't really paid much attention to its size before. It had appeared pretty much average - somewhere in the 6-7 inch class, not too thick, but a nice mushroom head with a definite slope and flare - but now I knew that it was simply a perfect fit' in my mouth. I had it all the way to the base and the end was just probing the entry to my throat. As I worked up and down on it, I paid special attention to working my tongue around the shaft and then caressing the v' spot just before it disappeared under the upriding foreskin. It just tasted like it belonged there in my mouth! There is nothing like the taste of a man's body parts - all of them! The particular sensations of a hot, hard prod against your tongue. The taste and feel of a sexually aroused arm pit or neck. All these parts have their own wonderful effect on a guy that really likes the taste, feel, and response of another man.
"Oh, fuck!" I heard him groan, as he leaned back and bucked his crotch up into my face. "Oh.... fuck!!!" he repeated. "Ohhhhhhhh....damn, that's good! Keep it up and I'm gonna blow the fucking back out of your head! Oh, yeah!! Man. oh, yeah!"
I just doubled my sucking efforts and kept swirling my tongue around the shaft and the head, stopping at the last second to nibble on the extra loose skin nippled over the tip, then driving my tongue inside and under the hood to work on the head that much more. All the while this guy was pumping out cock nectar like squeezing on an overripe apricot. His hips were dancing under him and driving his cock deep and all around inside my hungry hoover lips.
"Ohhhh, shittttt! I'm getting there!! I'm getting close!!!" he blurted. "Awwww, fuckkkkkk! Awwwwwww. man. I'm gonna cum. Suck it, man. Suck it! Lemme shoot that load!!!"
"Not yet, you won't," I responded. "I want that juice somewhere else."
With that I double-coated his cock with a mouthful of saliva, lifted off his cock, stood up, moved over in front of him and sat down on his lap, impaling myself on that horny, hard tool poking up from between his thighs. "Ohhhhh, fuck!!! Yesssss!" I moaned as I started to bounce up and down on his lap. "Ohhhhhh, fuccckkkkk...yessssss. Now!! Juice my ass, babe!! Juice my ass good!!"
He wrapped his arms around my waist and grabbed my cock with his right hand and started to pound it like there was going to be no tomorrow!! His left hand was rubbing up and down my chest and stopping now and again to twist or pinch a nipple. His face was buried into the right side of my neck and was rubbing his stubble all over the area where my neck met my shoulder.
"Oh, yeah, babe... pork my ass with that hot fucking rock of your's. Lemme know I've got a man in there!! Pound it and fill my guts, babe. Let's feel that hot man lava of your's as it paints my insides! Spooge me good!! Yeah, babe. Lemme have that juice!! C'mon, man, poke it up there and flood my mancunt with your white pearly cum. Go to it, man!! Go to it!!"
"Ohhhhhhhh, fuckkkkkkkk!!! You hot bitch! Ride that pony, you hungry cunt!! Suck that juice out of my balls and drain them babies up your tight, hot ass!!" With that I felt him grab my right earlobe between his lips and teeth and bite down. Then his tongue began its assault on the side of my neck, moving back up to the ear.
I started to shiver with ecstacy!! My whole body began to tremble and I broke into a sweat other than the one from the midday Georgia sun!! I was going out of control! I don't remember ever having felt quite like this. It had to be a combination of all the elements - the situation, the danger, the general excitement, a guy that obviously knew what he was doing, and a cock that I just wanted emptied into me from the first moment I saw it!!
My eyes were clamped shut as my brain reeled in overload from all the sensations. I kept mentally imaging that beautiful cock of his sliding in and out through my tight sphincter, his foreskin being pushed back and uncovering the head as it drove it's way in, then being pulled forward as it retreated, until only the shrouded head was still inside me as my ass ring locked under the flared corona.
At that point he lifted me and stood up, bending me forward so that I was grabbing the slight ledge that separated the wooden wall from the screened area above. His hands were on each side of my waist as he pounded away at my backside. Although I had never actually seen them, I could feel his balls bouncing onto the back of mine as he buried his fleshy ramrod in all the way to his pubes. They must have been nice sized to do that. .and hopefully, they are really full and ready!!!
Then somehow I was at and over the edge before I even realized that it was near. "MMmmmmmmppppphhhhhhhhh..... Nnnnnnnnnnnnggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhh!" I shuddered and was totally incapable of uttering any understandable or articulated word. I arched back against the manly form behind me. I felt the heat of his breath against the side of my face. I pulled forward once more and then drove my ass back down onto that spike of delight as I felt my ass tighten, my legs go stiff, and my balls explode!!!
That's when I felt him grab me tightly at the top of both thighs and drive himself still further up into me. Shit! I could actually feel his cock swell to even greater size inside me as it started to erupt streams of viscous hot spooge, filling my cum-hungry ass to record levels with that delightful batter. I could feel his shaft jerk and jump against my hole, then the head would swell and stretch my inner muscles as I knew his ejaculation was flooding deeper and deeper. He must have felt it flowing around his exposed head and coating the velvety soft skin of his pole.
He didn't make a sound. He just kept slowly pumping, pounding and draining his stored supply of boiling jizm into my cavern, until he just stopped all movement. He didn't even seem to be breathing.
Then he took a deep breath in. "Awwwwwww. fuckkkkkkkkk!" he whispered. "Awwwwww. mannnn!! Awwwwwwww. m'god .... that was totally fucking awesome!!!"
I just leaned back, put my face next to his head and nodded, "unhunh. fucking awesome!!!"
Then it seemed that realization came to both of us at once.
"Gotta get out of here before someone comes in," he muttered.
"Yeah," I agreed. That's when I looked up and saw the what appeared to be a gallon of cum now dripping down the wall in front of where we had been `sitting' - and the splotch well up on the screen too !! wow!! When I said my balls exploded, I wasn't kidding!!! Grabbing some toilet paper, I did a quick wipe up and tossed it into the hole.
In the meantime, we had both managed to get our fatigue trousers back up and belted, but, damn!, it looked like we had both just been doused with a bucket of water. We were drenched in hot sexy sweat!! Oh, well. Two minutes out in the Georgia sun and it would dry and then be re-sweated !!
As he started out the door, I noticed that he was wearing the insignia of a specialist. Oh, shit! He's permanent party - not a trainee. Oh, well. what the hell. A bit late now to worry about that. But I was curious (and actually a bit hopeful for possible things to come (cum?) again), so I asked, "You on range staff or from my company cadre?"
Hesitating a moment, as though not sure whether to continue or just keep walking, he turned back toward me and answered, "I'm from the company. Haven't you seen me in the chow line? That's why I'm out here. I'm one of your cooks. I'm here with your afternoon break snacks. Name's Holloway."
All I could say was . "No shit!!! A cook!!"
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